Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.